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Apr 23 2009, 08:37 PM
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Joined: 3-July 08
From: The darkest pit of your soul. Hi there!
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The Flying Bullets
Sam Gorrose
The massive walls of haven were high enough to blot out the sun, the ancient structure creaking and groaning as it warmed in the rising sun. The entrance to the stadium, once a place that bustled with activity as thousands of fans came to support their team, had been replaced by a gate made of scrap bolted together, able to be lifted by an old car engine when the men guarding it so willed.
Sam Gorrose, followed by Aiden and Karelia, smiled as he saw the stadium.
"Here we are, Haven," he announced triumphantly to his two travel weary companions. "I told you we'd make it in the end, didn't I?"
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jack cloudy |
Apr 23 2009, 09:37 PM
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Joined: 11-February 06
From: In a cold place.
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Jonathan Guntherson, labyrinth northeast of Haven
FRIGERIZER Z whirred and clunked as its weels struggled across the cracked and uprooted asphalt. On top of the odd machine, Jonathan was humming along to a tune that only existed in his head. "And I say, say I say....I forgot what it was I'd say! So then he say...err what did he say?" He suddenly called out, despite the fact that there was no one around to listen.
Man and machine neared a crossroads littered with rusted out hulks. "And at that moment, the evil undead car army attacked our valiant hero! Will our valiant warrior survive? Or will FRIGERIZER Z succumb to the horrible death rays?! Find out, next week! If we still broadcast!" Jonathan yelled as he swung the steering wheel to one side, intending to go around the wreckage and turn right. However, his energetic movement combined with a bump in the road managed to tilt his vehicle too far. It rolled onto its side, throwing him off in the process.
"The answer it turns out, death rays win. Well drat!" The man murmured as he shook his head. After a moment, he got up off the floor, still wobbling. "And double drat! The main transmission broke! Argh, there aren't any spare lawnmowers lying around here somewhere, are there?" He looked around at the ruins around him. The place where he was now had been hit hard, not so by the atomic blasts, but the chaos, the rioting and the wild looting that followed.
Still, lawnmowers weren't all that popular among the scavengers he'd met during his life. There should be one or two still lying around in a garage. He patted the frigerator on wheels affectionately before setting off for the nearest ruin. "Don't worry, old lad. I promise you, that the invincible super robot FRIGERIZER Z SHALL STAND ONCE MORE!!!!"
OOC: Somewhat mentally unstable? I should have said in the character profile that he's completely whacko. Also, do you folks think I should stop spelling Frigerizer Z with all caps? To be honest, it can be quite annoying, even if Jonathan refuses to do anything but yell out its name really loud.
This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Apr 23 2009, 09:38 PM
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Fabulous hairneedle attack! I'm gonna be bald before I hit twenty.
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Olen |
Apr 23 2009, 10:19 PM
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Mouth
Joined: 1-November 07
From: most places
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Aiden, gate of Haven
Aiden didn't deign to reply to the leader, instead he pulled his 10mm out with a shaky hand and ejected the clip. Three left, and one in the breach probably. People occasionally commented on that habit, coupled with the broken safty it could lead to the occasional stray bullet. He'd never been hit, much, so it wasn't a problem.
The gates were high and looked quite solid under their covering of rust, one of the men standing on a platform looking over them waved a rifle in their general direction and shouted down, "What's you're business in Haven?"
"A stiff drink and a soft bed, and maybe someone to share it with," Aiden shouted before either of the others could reply, "Now open the gate you stuck-up.." A look from Sam silenced him.
Hurry up, he thought, I really could use that drink...
OOC: I took the liberty of assuming Sam wouldn't approve, I can edit if you don't like it
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Look behind you and see an ever decreasing number of ghosts. Currently about 15.
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Lord Revan |
Apr 23 2009, 11:42 PM
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Master
Joined: 6-May 06
From: Texas, USA
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Gale, workshop
The large table against the wall was covered with disassembled firearms from different eras. Plastic dividers kept the parts separate while they were studied or replaced. Gale settled in an empty slot and stripped his rifle down to its main components. With a rag attached to a rod, he cleaned out the parrel and trigger block.
Then the Native American applied some lubricant to the chamber, magazine well, and foregrip. He slid the barrel back into the trigger block and swung it into place. Gale repeated the process with his pump gun. The young men in the workshop were reloading spent cartridges alongside three of the militia. Reloading greatly supplemented Haven's stockpile of ammunition, thanks to the components looted from gun stores and showrooms. across America.
Gale walked out into the promenade of sorts, rifle slung over his back and shotgun in hand. Haven was a mass of shanties in addition to the original superstructure. In the distance he heard the Southern gate open, which was used almost never used by returning scavengers or returning patrols. They perfered to use the baggage areas so as to avoid overtaxing the engine used to lift the heavy gate.
Gale was by no means the official leader of the minutemen, yet that responsibility always fell on him regardless. He started off toward the newcomers, better for him to know firsthand the types coming in.
This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Apr 25 2009, 05:45 PM
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Silver |
Apr 24 2009, 01:19 AM
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Evoker
Joined: 7-January 09
From: Rivet City, DC
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Linda, Haven, Rusty WingsThe tavern was dirty, crowded and dimly lit, it's patrons prefering the dark for thier drink-strained eyes. There were calls for booze, or preferred barmaids, and the girls carried trays of alcohol in either direction, to the portly owner, and to the mumbling customers. Linda sat hunched over in the corner, atop a stool in the back corner, claiming the circular table as her own, having spent the last sevral hours sitting in various positions about it, and warding off any prospective or paticularly flirtacious, drunk, fellows. Now, she had chosen to languish facedown against the soft skin of her forearm, only bothering to brush away the most irritating of the dirt before thumping her forehead upon it. There was a small scuffle as the traders, upon hearing the heavy gate grinding up, left the establishment, and the calm tension of the thick air broken for a moment with the breath of air that spilled in. The excitied murmurs that accompanied the gust died with it, fading back to the dead air and groaning of the paticularly intoxicated. She hoped they would stop here, maybe there would be an excuse to get out of this hole. OOC: Psst, Haven is in a old airport terminal. Cornemac was the stadium. Not a big deal. This post has been edited by Silver: Apr 24 2009, 09:47 AM
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In life there is hope, in death, there is insperation. Truth is a virtue. Unfortunately, humanity is anything but virtuous.
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jack cloudy |
Apr 24 2009, 09:33 PM
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Master
Joined: 11-February 06
From: In a cold place.
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Jonathan
"Hello, anyone home?!" Jonathan called out as he entered the building through a large gap in one wall. He repeated his call one more time but didn't receive an answer. "Ah well, guess no....Achoo! Ok, with all the dust lying around, no one has been home in a long time." He muttered, wiping his nose as he did so. He then snickered. "Mmhmhmh, I'll be taking all the good stuff then, if no one is around to complain. Oh, shiny lawnmowers, ancient blenders and broomsticks...Here I come!"
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Fabulous hairneedle attack! I'm gonna be bald before I hit twenty.
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seerauna |
Apr 25 2009, 12:17 AM
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Finder
Joined: 18-June 08
From: Nashville
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Hannah
Hannah was up on a balcony near the Southern gate and saw Gale approaching the three newcomers. She hoped he didn't make them leave, they might be interesting, and have some new stories.
The stocky man she assumed was the leader put on a huge smile. If he kept that up they were going to get kicked out for sure.
Brushing her dark hair out of her eyes she watched with sharp eyes. As Gale finally reached them, she settled onto the rail to watch the proceedings.
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The arrow flies to kill From the string it races It’s only moments until, It strikes. Shadow in Darkness- My first ongoing FanFic!
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Lord Revan |
Apr 25 2009, 02:48 AM
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Master
Joined: 6-May 06
From: Texas, USA
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Gale
He approached the group of three with his long, powerful strides. 'More guns-for-hire, too many drifters these days.'
Gale tipped his baseball cap in return to the man who seemed to lead of the trio. "The name's Richards. Welcome to Haven, the safest place in Detroit's post-war glory for the restless blue-collar looking for a better life."
The deep, almost baritone drawl seemed at odds with Gale's relative youth. His green-blue eyes seemed to have an inner glow, staring out from under the shade of his cap. "What brings you all to Haven's door?"
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Autumn, approaching
Among the guard and most of Haven's citizens, she was jokingly known as "Gale's Shadow." Autumn didn't mind the label, it was a statement of fact, she did trail her "father" most of the time.
Like a hooded spectre, she drifted out of the canteen to Gale's side. Autumn looked deceptively delicate, not at all the active member of the militia she was. One would assume her sport was courting young men not blasting varmints and Super Mutants. She gazed sidelong at the three outsiders, her face angled towards Gale. Her shoulder length dishwater-blonde hair framing her face.
This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Apr 25 2009, 05:50 PM
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Silver |
Apr 25 2009, 03:45 AM
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Evoker
Joined: 7-January 09
From: Rivet City, DC
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Linda
Loathe to lose her place behind the table, her natural curiousity got the better of her, and she found herself weaving between the flouring patrons and employees. She creaked open the door, starting a bustle once more, before slipping out and to the right, leaning agains the wall for a moment, then moving to the overhanging railing. The new wanderers had been stopped by Gale just inside the gate, and it looked like they were about to start a conversation of sorts.
The threesome that had come in from the wastelands looked scruffy, but that was to be expected. She waved at the girl who hung back a little, spotting the glimmer of light on the glass of a scope with a smile, Excellent, this bunch might actually go back out there...
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In life there is hope, in death, there is insperation. Truth is a virtue. Unfortunately, humanity is anything but virtuous.
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Dantrag |
Apr 25 2009, 09:59 AM
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Councilor
Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz
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Karelia
And so it begins... she thought to herself ruefully as the man approached them.
She stayed silent as usual behind Sam and Aidan, letting them do this kind of talking. Knowing that she had a moment to stand here, she put a cigarette to her lips. As she lit the thing, a girl joined their little get-together. Karelia didn't know what to think of her; it was curious to see a man like this with a girl so young and pretty, and they looked far too different to be related. Curious, yes, but not important.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted someone waving from a railing above. All this buzz made her think that people didn't see newcomers very often here. She waved back to the woman before turning her attention back to the matter at hand.
Come on, Sam, get this over with so I can stop standing here.
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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minque |
Apr 25 2009, 04:50 PM
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Wise Woman
Joined: 11-February 05
From: Where I can watch you!!
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Lexie, the Ruin which Jonathan just entered
The abandoned ruin was just what Lexie needed, being on the run as she was. She had crouched here for three days now, trying to hide from the regulators(?). She had scanned the place for any remnants of radiation and found that it should be ok to be there, if not very healthy, but...ok.
She was deep asleep but wouke up abruptly when she heard someone shout, shout very loud indeed. At first she was terrified
No they found me, yikes!
But then curiosity won and she grabbed a neat stone..just in case. She was indeed good at throwing stones.
"Hallo! Over here!" she answered
OOC: It's Jonathan she heard , hehe pretty obvious huh?
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Chomh fada agus a bhionn daoine ah creiduint in aif�iseach, leanfaidh said na n-aingniomhi a choireamh (Voltaire)Facebook
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minque |
Apr 25 2009, 06:29 PM
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Wise Woman
Joined: 11-February 05
From: Where I can watch you!!
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Lexie, hiding in the old bedroom upstairs
She crouched under the bed , or what used to be a bed, when a young man entered. He didn't look dangerous, but the best thing wes that he wasn't one of them.
She crawled from under the bed, wiping the dust from her trousers, not that it made them any cleaner, but she didn't care about her looks at the moment.
"Good day to you Sir" she said. Doesn't hurt to be polite
"My name is Lexie" she continued, not knowing exactly how to approach him. She hadn't been with people for a long time and felt terribly unsecure.
OOC: Lexie will eventually later tell her story when talking to Jonathan. She's very shy and unsecure but she wishes everybody good and is far too caring for her own good
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